Piano keys play quickly
I sit in my chair
Wishing I could play so quickly
Hands flying over it
I wish I could sing so cryptically
It seems everything I write is the same
A repetitive collection of thoughts
A copy of other words
I wish.
I wish
I wish
I feel like spring in Winter
I feel like the first fallen snow
I feel like the Autumn leaves
I almost sense
Something will happen
Somewhere down the road
It has to happen
I have to know
I write because
I don’t know what else to do
What better way to remember
Then doing what you do
I know it makes no sense
I know it all seems past tense
But I feel like cotton candy
I feel eight years old again
I feel like I can’t stop feeling
I feel this won’t be the end
I hope you’re thinking about me
Though I think you think about her
It isn’t that upsetting
My love will stay uncurled
Piano keys play quickly
I strum them effortlessly
Before moving to my guitar
To pluck gently at the strings
I sing so cryptically
My words are mine
No one has ever thought
It could be divine
This started out so different
So it shall end the same
Two stories that don’t match up to you
Match up inside my brain
Piano keys are playing
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Piano keys are playing
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I feel my heart strings playing
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